Many moons ago, in the vast city of Troy, lived a warrior whose talent was unseen. The fighter went by the name of Aritox. He .had ought for a duel or a battle where his talent could be appreciated. Luckily for Aritox, a severe battle was fought on the opposite side of the robust Trojan walls.

“But what impact would I have?” he thought.

“All I can afford is a Kopis and …well… nothing else.” He prayed to Ares like he always did and fell asleep in the centre of his shrine. He awoke realising he had fallen asleep in Ares’s shrine. Its glistening golden walls reflected bright lights upon his weary face. The light, which elegantly shone on him quickly, trailed to a large strong shield, a sharp-edged spear and a dark metal curass.  Aritox repetitively thanked Ares and hurried into the fierce battle.

Surprised, Aritox gazed upon a large circle that Agamemnon stood in the centre. He could see the blank faces of the Trojans. It was a duel. Terror filled through Aritox but he was ready to be famous. He stepped inside of the ring. Regret was his only emotion. Agamemnon charged at Aritox like a raging tiger. Aritox dodged and hurled his sharp-edged spear at Agamemnon’s bare neck. Blood spurted from his hollow, pale neck. The spear was thrown with perfect precision. Gasps of shock filled the crowd. The Trojans marched forward and fought with confidence as they rushed the Greeks to their ships.

That evening, after the battling, there was a party celebrating Aritox’s victory over Agamemnon. That night, he did not pray to Ares or any of the other gods as he thought without the armour he still would have come victorious. Aritox also wondered if he could slay any god in a duel. Aritox decided he did not need the armour he had been provided. He knew he didn’t need it.

Rage and screams of pain flooded the battlefield as if everyone’s fate was death. At the front of the Trojan fleet was Aritox hacking through enemy skulls and bones. Aritox could not care less of the innocent souls he had sent to Hades’s underworld. Suddenly, blood squirted from Aritox’s hip.He had been pierced with a razor-arrow. Pain rushed through Aritox as everything went dark, but no regret overcame him.

After weeks to heal, the city came triumphant over the victory to the Greeks, but Aritox did not feel the same. He felt like a failure. Slaying many Greeks and Agamemnon wasn’t enough. He wanted more than he was given.

He had the thought for nine straight days until he decided to challenge Ares. He wanted to prove the Trojans that he was the greatest warrior that ever lived. Even though Ares was immortal, he had excessive hope and believed he could slay Ares in a duel like he did to Agamemnon. Aritox prayed to Ares  asking for a duel. Ares had only one choice as pride controlled Aritox.

After dawn, Aritox boldly walked through Troy with his battle equipment: gleaming armour, an iron spear and a Kopis. He waled as if he had no fear he had no fear for the all-mighty Ares. The town’s people watched him stroll past (some even followed), wondering why he was wearing his armour after the victory against the Greeks.

Once he had travelled outside of the Trojans’ strong solid walls, he saw an emerald green meadow where he could see a fierce warrior staring into his corrupted soul. Aritox knew who he was, but no fear overcame him. At maximum speed Artox roared heading to Ares. Ares dashed away with perfect control. With little time to react, Ares hurled his spear into Aritox’s bare legs. Pain struck through Aritox but that did not end his everlasting battle rage. He launched the spear of his own at a deathly speed, but Ares was swift to react and prevented its flight as it clattered into his sheild with a deafening clang. Aritox was powerless compared to Ares. He did not stand the slightest chance against. Aritox ran but his injury prevented him from getting far. Aritox crumbled to the ground and pleaded for mercy as he realised his foolish mistakes.Ares felt no sympathy. Aritox could see Ares raise his Shiny kopis, ready to strike. Before the final strike, everything fel dark.

Aritox awoke (Paralysed) as he squinted into a bright yellow light directly above him. Aritox could not move and was left with only one dominant memory: his defeat against the all-mighty Ares. Aritox lay in a desolate room without any sight of food or drink. Not long after, he perished into the Earth